some day.

Perhaps even closer than Friday somewhere in the month of let's say, August, some weeks before your birthday you would let me take you to the edge of the ocean; that perhaps the world will let us take ourselves to the ocean and you would hold my hand again as we walk along the shoreline, because we have never left wet temporary footprints in the sand before except in my mind. Perhaps the grittiness of wet sand between our toes would be a lovely memory to have, along with the waves making only a shushing sound when the tide is out.

Perhaps some day, because I missed you.r eyes just moments after I woke up this morning.